Wild Berry Meadow It was all she had

a quizzical expression eclipsed the woman’s features. she noticed it immediately, parsing out the complexities where vambrace would not.

she got the sense that this conversation — or maybe the whole encounter — wasn’t thrilling to the stranger. good; that meant she and vermouth could be on their way soon.

but why is he so chatty? she looked to him briefly as he fibbed, disguising the look of disapproval by quickly looking away.

so far, no other intrusive thoughts made themselves known — and for this, the girl was grateful.